It is a beautiful weekend. Just perfect for some quiet time at the cabin with my wife. I got a sitter already, dropped off the kids, and we are driving to the north woods for some us time. It doesn't happen very often so we take advantage of it when we can. Usually we only get a few hours, but this time I did some planning and we have a couple days. I packed everything for both of us to have a quiet relaxing time. We hold hands the entire way thankful for the opportunity to be together. I steal occasional glances toward her as I drive. She has become more beautiful with time.
She was barely one hundred pounds when I met her. Her five foot frame was topped with perky 32A breasts, and finished with a tiny round ass to die for. Her brown seducive eyes mesmerized me from the first time I looked into them, and her soft long brown hair smelled so nice. Now twenty some years and two kids later her body has been changed even though her eyes and hair remain the same. She is now 250 pounds with big 40D breasts. Her ass though still round is larger. Stretch marks adorn her stomach. Mommy marks I call them. Her breasts sag, but are much softer. I my eyes she is beautiful inside and out.
I too have changed over the years. My five foot seven 165 pounds has grown to 240 pounds, and my long black hair now has streaks of gray. Other than that I feel as though I haven't changed much. I'm still pretty agile, and my sex drive is still on overdrive. Which is way more than she could ever satisfy even though she's tried.
After the two hours drive I pull up to the cabin. I open it up, and get everything situated before telling her to come in. She grabs an arm full of stuff to help me unload our supplies.
"Sit down. I got this. You just relax." I tell her as I embrace her.
She smiles, and I kiss her on the forehead before turning her toward the couch. I give her a gentle pat on the ass nudging her to sit down. She turns on the TV while I unload the car. I sit beside her when I finish holding her hand once more.
"So, what do you have planned?" She asks.
"Relaxing, and that's about it. I have no other plans so if you want to do something just say so." I answer.
"No. Relaxing sounds good. It is almost suppertime though."
I walk to the window to see the sun setting behind the trees, and then I ask if she'd like me to make something. Otherwise I offer to take her out to eat. She votes for me to make something. I whip together a quick supper of chicken and vegetables in about an hour. We eat, and I clean up.
"Want a fire?" I ask offering to light a fire in the pit out back.
She shrugs her shoulders which I take as an okay. She waits inside as I go to get it going. The woods are pitch black. The stars are behind some clouds or something because I can't see any of them. I have a creepy feeling that I'm being watched, but I brush it off as my own paranoia. My fishing through the wood pile echoes throughout the woods breaking the absolute silence. I listen in between setting up the wood with the eerie feeling of being watched growing more by the minute.
She soon comes by me, and comments on how quiet the night is. I dump some gas on the wood before tossing on a match. The fire flares up with a roaring whoosh. Then the silence is broken by the sound of something running away through the woods behind us. We stare at each other as we listen to the footfalls grow distant until they are drown out by the crackling sounds of the fire.
The minutes slip by as we hold each other by the warmth of the fire. We don't say much. Instead we just enjoy one another's company. The fire slowly dies out before we retire for the night. I make sure it's completely out, and then I follow her into the cabin. She enters just ahead of me. The living room illuminated with a single nightlight.
She freezes in her tracks, and stares down the hallway toward the back bedroom.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"I seen something." She whispers with her voice shaking from fear.
"What?"
"It looked like a tall man, and he ducked into the bedroom."
I grab my pistol from off the table, and slowly make my way down to the room turning on the lights as I go. Fear and adrenaline is coursing through me as I approach the doorway. I reach around the corner flipping on the light before pointing my gun into the room in front of me while I jump around the corner. I see nothing. I check the room over real good before giving her the all clear. Both of us rattled we sit up for a bit before going to bed for the night. We sleep with the lights on, and pistol near. Just in case.
The next day we are up by seven in the morning. Neither one of us slept very well. It is already a warm day, and the afternoon is supposed to be even warmer.
"Want to go for a walk before it gets too hot out?" I ask her.
"Sure. It seems warm now, but it's going to be hot later. A short walk would be nice."
I grab my pistol whick I usually carry while I'm at the cabin because of the large amount of bears in the area, and wait for her to finish getting ready. I am wearing jean shorts, tee shirt, and tennis shoes. My wife comes out ready wearing stretch pants that hug her large butt, a sweatshirt that is big on her so it covers her butt even though her breasts push the top part tight, and sneakers. Her hair is made up, and she has put on a minimal amount of make up.
"It's just a walk my dear. Who are you trying to impress?" I ask mocking.
"You never know who you'll see. Besides I didn't put on hardly any make up."
"Whatever. Are you ready?"
She nods, and follows me out the door. We walk down to the corner a short ways up the road. Then we decide to walk up the intersecting road which wraps around about a half mile down and loops back. It works into about a mile walk. I'm impressed with her willingness to go that far. We talk about the kids, work, family, and anything else that comes to mind. The road passes under our feet rather quickly, and we are soon close to the road to the cabin.
I wasn't paying much attention to my surroundings until she freezes. I look at her staring into the woods off the side of the road. I look to where she's looking, and I see four tall men just standing there watching us. One with short black hair, one with long black hair, another blond with longer hair, and the last one has short brown hair. I grab ahold of the pistol in my pocket feeling nervous and uneasy even though they look rather well kept and clean.
"Come on, babe. Let's keep going." I say snapping her out of her trance like state.
I Keep looking back as we walk to the cabin. They don't follow thankfully. We sit back and relax after taking off our shoes. It's not long before our lack of sleep the night before catches up with us, and we nod off.
I wake a few hours later to find her staring out the window.
"What are you looking at?" I ask.
"There's somthing out there. In the tree line by the front trail."
"What? A bear or a deer or something?" I press.
